Chords
Highway 29

Key: F

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
                                   F                                                       C 
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven
                                                                     Am 
I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."
 G                                               F 
She crossed her legs and then
                           F                                                                           C 
We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped
                                       Am           G                           F 
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket
                                               F                                                       C 
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
                               Am                 F       G             C 
In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29
                                         F                         C 
It was a small town bank it was a mess
               Am               G                       F 
Well I had a gun you know the rest
                                     F 
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
                         C                                         Am                       F       G             C 
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29
                                           Am                                           F 
In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean
                                                   C                           G 
I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream
                             Am                                                         F 
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink
                                       C                                                             G 
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line
                       F                                                   C 
The winter sun shot through the black trees
                                                                             Am 
I told myself it was all something in her
                     G                                                               F 
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
                                             F                                           C 
Something that'd been comin' for a long long time
                                               Am                               F       G             C 
And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29

                                                                 F                         C 
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
                                     Am           G                           F 
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream
                                                                   F 
The wind come silent through the windshield
                                                     C 
All I could see was snow, sky and pines
                                                       Am               G 
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'
                                                   F 
I was runnin' then I was flyin'